West and away the wheels of darkness roll,
Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,
Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal,
Drown in the golden deluge of the morn.
But over sea and continent from sight
Safe to the Indies has the earth conveyed
The vast and moon-eclipsing cone of night,
Her towering foolscap of eternal shade.
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Stop talking about revolution, revolution
It's like winning the lottery, the ‘election’
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody, nobody can stop it.
Stop, stop, quit, and quit being hypocrite it
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody can stop it. Election
Will never be synonymous with selection.
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They are the Sons of Anarchy, ambassadors of corruption -- they are leopards!
Our State is now like a haunted house where one sleeps with eyes open; the fear of the unknown being the source of wisdom.
Our leaders are the bloodthirsty draculas,
Preying on innocent victims now and then;
We are bloodbathed by the so-called politicians, the promise-and-fail species with their sugar-coated tongues!
Election time is near and the Dracula has suddenly repented of pride, transmuting himself into an Angel, Humble;
Many a man has been deceived but how can I allow myself to be redeceived after all these years?
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Even within the wilderness of worth
I seem to lose the mere pattern of recess.
It’s nowhere and yet I stumble in its path
It’s somehow not bound, but yet it overwhelms.
It Takes the handle and rushes up the hill
Trembling disasters follow draught and push.
Push those pedals, the petals lone for leave
......
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
......
Stop talking about revolution, revolution
It's like winning the lottery, the ‘election’
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody, nobody can stop it.
Stop, stop, quit, and quit being hypocrite it
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody can stop it. Election
Will never be synonymous with selection.
......
In the heart of every soul,
There lies a fire that fiercely glows.
A yearning to break free from the mold,
To challenge authority and uphold.
Rebellion, it's a force to reckon,
A flame that can never be tamed.
It sparks a revolution,
And brings about a great solution.
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Don’t ever claim that you are unbothered
By this world created from forefathers
Our shared forbearance now has tipped over
Pray rise, prepare to fight for damned closure
Go forth, grab your neighbors, it’s time to start
The combat training for the weak of heart
Bring all who are able to see facade
......
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
......
Even within the wilderness of worth
I seem to lose the mere pattern of recess.
It’s nowhere and yet I stumble in its path
It’s somehow not bound, but yet it overwhelms.
It Takes the handle and rushes up the hill
Trembling disasters follow draught and push.
Push those pedals, the petals lone for leave
......